Speak On It (Club Mix/Dirty Verison) (Club Mix/Dirty Verison|Explicit)

Speak On It (Club Mix/Dirty Verison|Explicit) - DJ Quik/Suga Free/Mausberg/AMG

Hey

You got that see through style

That I can stare through right through

Produce a track on you

I don't care to I won't do it

But I'm sympathetic to your needing

Cause it ain't me your wife keeps turning down

While she's telling you she bleeding she's lying to you

It ain't my fault I'm looking 23 and twenty-fo

All day long hottest tracks rocking any show true

Notorious for making b**ches horny

While you looking old walking through

That corn looking corny look at that ni**a

And it's more than obvious that you're jealous

But don't hate my style

Don't hate my money don't hate my fellas

We do what we gotta do to get

Where we're going for us

To be where we need to be at believe that

Stop begging for a beat you can't afford it uh uh

They hotter than them pretty red Dada's

I be sporting uh uh

Cause I got the home court and when I'm rapping

On my own tracks mothaf**ka I feel like Jordan

Now what lack that I'm the realest

On top of game you f**king

My vibe off with them homosexual ways

Me and my ni**a we on some new improved sh*t

Making you groove sh*t get paid and move quick

Ni**a you getting mad cause I'm shaking my belly

In a stretch navigator making moves on the celly

Talking to Stan Tone and Quik on a conference call

Get ready dogg you ponic bout to take off

Took the crown back tucked it and ready for war

Busting over 2 cars a house note and probably more

I wanna see the Madd Rapper step in my hood

So I can take him fo a sh*t

And all them coward niggas good

Love madresta Kam and Crunk Dogg

Respect a ni**a who done been through war

Sporting a battle scar

But there's a lotta fake niggas sporting a fake crown

Straight up out the swapmeet busting on wack underground

Music cuts off

Old man young man Speaking

Music returns

Yeah uh

I been around the whole damn world in a day

Partied wit players and haters

Told em the rules of the game

Some in the vein like this sh*t is a **

You can catch me in the new 500 on dubs

I'm up in the club

Wanna get naked and smoke

Notice you never see a ni**a there when he broke

UH UH

Somebody told me these hoes wanted to hold me

If a real player dress like

Goldie y＇all niggas throw in a oldie

SH*T

Niggas wanna clown clown clown

You can find me at down down down

Dot come bring ya mom uh uh

She wanna see too cartier see through

Poppa in the beat

Oh sh*t it's a thrill

Tonight a couple of mill

When we party in the grill

Living life's like a skill

Too much cruder name

But baby I betcha

F**king wit this money here

Oh c＇mon man I gotta getcha